Chapter 82: Chapter 81: Thunder Strike
Translator: 549690339
Clang!
The sound of a metallic clash echoed out.
Pei Xuanjing stood motionless at his original spot, but King Pingdeng was forced to retreat several steps under the massive impact, the stone slab underneath his feet being crushed.
King Pingdeng looked at Pei Xuanjing as if looking at a monster. He couldn’t comprehend how such an apparently weak body could exert such a brutal force.
But before he could think more, Pei Xuanjing’s piercing sword energy rushed towards him.
The King’S reaction was incredibly swift. Almost instantly, he swung the steel whip in his hand, striving to fend off Pei Xuanjing’s long sword.
Clang!
The long sword and the steel whip clashed again. The visible energy wave radiated out in circles centred on the two of them, the intense blood qi almost pervading the entire yard.
Qinglong and others who were initially fighting couldn’t help but dodge away from Pei Xuanjing’s and King Pingdeng’s formidable momentum, unconsciously shifting the battlefield to avoid their collateral damage.
Pei Xuanjing held his long sword, his face icy cold, his clothes rustling and dancing in the wind.
The confident and arrogant expression on the King’s face faded away, replaced by total seriousness and astonishment.
“You truly shocked me,” A thick murderous intent emerged in King Pingdeng’s eyes.
He hadn’t expected that a young man, whom he had initially disregarded, could demonstrate such incredible strength, making him appear so disgruntled with just two moves.
This time, he completely abandoned any contempt he had.
As soon as he finished speaking, his footsteps became profound. His body moved like a ghost, and his steel whip operated like a poisonous snake, appearing unpredictably.
Yinsu was an assassin organization. These assassins might have shortcomings in other aspects, but they all excelled at agility. King Pingdeng’s agility was among the top in the martial arts world.
Pei Xuanjing sneered, his whole body rose with the might of the wind and thunder, and the energy wave stirred up a cloud of dust.
The agility aspect of the Dharma Sword Skill had made up for his agility inadequacy. Facing King Pingdeng’s ghost-like agility, he showed no fear.
His agility was as swift as a startled swan and flexible as a dragon. Just like fleeting light and passing shadows, he wielded the Flowing Flame Sword effortlessly. Sword moves from the Dharma Sword Skill were casually displayed by him.
The long sword pointed in multiple directions, seemingly without a pattern but exceptionally marvelous. The sword came and retreated swiftly, truly reaching the supreme realm of having intention before the sword, moving as fast as a frightened rabbit, and standing silently like a maiden.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
The wild wind swept through. When the two of them fought, their True Qi overflowed. The resonating sound from their muscles and bones was comparable to that of roaring tigers and leopards. The blood qi was as tumultuous as the crashing waves.
One’s long sword was like a dragon, representing fleeting light and passing shadows; the other’s steel whip was like a snake, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.
In the blink of an eye, they had fought for several rounds.
However, the longer they fought, the more frightened King Pingdeng got, and he could no longer maintain his initial confidence.
He had been in the Second-Class Realm for nearly thirty years. Soaked in this realm for a long time, his True Qi was profound, and his blood qi was pure. He believed that even in the whole of the Great Ming, he was among the top tier martial artists in the Second-Class Realm.
The current Pei Xuanjing was just over twenty, less than twenty-four years old at best. Even if he had extraordinary talent and accidentally broke through to the Second -Class Realm, compared with him, he would be inferior in terms of True Qi accumulation and the purity of blood qi.
However, more than ten rounds of fighting made King Pingdeng realize, he was wrong.
The young man before him was a monster. Perhaps the latter’s True Qi accumulation was slightly inferior to his, but that wouldn’t be much of a difference. As for the purity of blood qi, it was even more abundant than his.
“Could it be possible, am I really going to fall here, today?” Such a thought crossed King Pingdeng•s mind.
However, King Pingdeng quickly suppressed that idea. How could he come up with such a thought?
Thinking about this, he swung the steel whip in his hand faster, seemingly to prove his fearlessness.
Pei Xuanjing was unaware of his opponent’s thoughts. His previous engagement with King Pingdeng was just to habituate himself with the Second -Class martial artist’s fighting experience and adapt to the rhythm.
After more than ten rounds, he had adjusted to this rhythm and was unwilling to continue following the opponent’s pace.
He stabbed out with his sword, then fully activated the Dragon Elephant Art. The full activation of the
seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Art made his muscular body even more robust. The stretching of muscle fibers under his skin was like pulling the strings of a strong bow.
Under the stimulation of True Qi and blood qi, his internal organs started rhythmically throbbing. Every single inch of his muscles, bones, and skin was filled with the most masculine and assertive energy, producing subtle crackling noises.
Giant Spirit Surpasses Mountains.
He released a palm strike, with the weight of all his strength, seemingly powerful enough to destroy mountains.
He launched his strongest palm attack thus far.
Whoosh!
At this very moment, the boiling blood qi exploded.
A fierce, domineering palm strike was aimed at King Pingdeng.
“This move!”
King Pingdeng was shocked by Pei Xuanjing’s sudden burst of such a violent palm strike. In a daze, it seemed as if he saw a strikingly similar palm strike from more than twenty years ago.
In his stupor, he felt a severe danger and the undisguised, almost tangible, murderous intent from Pei
Xuanjing.
His first reaction was to dodge!
However, he found that this seemingly straightforward palm strike had blocked all his escape routes.
He had nowhere to hide.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Even if I die, I will not let you off the hook.
Having no choice, King Pingdeng stimulated his True Qi, boiling the blood qi around his body.
Netherworld Death Palm! A supreme martial art and one of Yinsu’s superb skills.
Cultivated with the Netherworld Death Qi, it was incredibly powerful. Once hit by the palm, the Netherworld Death Qi would invade the body. If one could not expel the Death Qi, they would experience excruciating pain and even get their inner True Qi, blood qi, and body continuously corroded by the Death Qi. It was extremely malicious.
Retreat!
Quickly retreat!
In the courtyard, the people involved in the fight, whether they were from Brocade Guards or Yinsu, almost everyone quickly moved back, unwilling to be swept into this fight.
Boom!
In an instant, a thunderous attack descended.
The surging blood qi engulfed King Pingdeng, and their palms collided, causing a thunderous bang.
The friction and collision of True Qi and blood qi reached their peak at this moment, causing the entire mansion to shake, halls to collapse, and rooms to crumble or crack as if hit by a thunderous earthquake.
With the two of them at the center, everything within a radius of more than ten feet was virtually destroyed. The walls in the garden were completely shattered, and the Qing Shi pavement was turned into powder. The ground under their feet sank by several feet.
Pei Xuanjing was standing on the spot with his left hand behind him and his right hand holding the long sword, his clothes torn and his long hair loose, dancing in the wind.
But other than the several foot deep pit under his feet, he didn’t seem to have many injuries.
Seeing this, everybody in the room fell silent..
Chapter 82: Chapter 81: Thunder Strike
Translator: 549690339
Clang!
The sound of a metallic clash echoed out.
Pei Xuanjing stood motionless at his original spot, but King Pingdeng was forced to retreat several steps under the massive impact, the stone slab underneath his feet being crushed.
King Pingdeng looked at Pei Xuanjing as if looking at a monster. He couldn’t comprehend how such an apparently weak body could exert such a brutal force.
But before he could think more, Pei Xuanjing’s piercing sword energy rushed towards him.
The King’S reaction was incredibly swift. Almost instantly, he swung the steel whip in his hand, striving to fend off Pei Xuanjing’s long sword.
Clang!
The long sword and the steel whip clashed again. The visible energy wave radiated out in circles centred on the two of them, the intense blood qi almost pervading the entire yard.
Qinglong and others who were initially fighting couldn’t help but dodge away from Pei Xuanjing’s and King Pingdeng’s formidable momentum, unconsciously shifting the battlefield to avoid their collateral damage.
Pei Xuanjing held his long sword, his face icy cold, his clothes rustling and dancing in the wind.
The confident and arrogant expression on the King’s face faded away, replaced by total seriousness and astonishment.
“You truly shocked me,” A thick murderous intent emerged in King Pingdeng’s eyes.
He hadn’t expected that a young man, whom he had initially disregarded, could demonstrate such incredible strength, making him appear so disgruntled with just two moves.
This time, he completely abandoned any contempt he had.
As soon as he finished speaking, his footsteps became profound. His body moved like a ghost, and his steel whip operated like a poisonous snake, appearing unpredictably.
Yinsu was an assassin organization. These assassins might have shortcomings in other aspects, but they all excelled at agility. King Pingdeng’s agility was among the top in the martial arts world.
Pei Xuanjing sneered, his whole body rose with the might of the wind and thunder, and the energy wave stirred up a cloud of dust.
The agility aspect of the Dharma Sword Skill had made up for his agility inadequacy. Facing King Pingdeng’s ghost-like agility, he showed no fear.
His agility was as swift as a startled swan and flexible as a dragon. Just like fleeting light and passing shadows, he wielded the Flowing Flame Sword effortlessly. Sword moves from the Dharma Sword Skill were casually displayed by him.
The long sword pointed in multiple directions, seemingly without a pattern but exceptionally marvelous. The sword came and retreated swiftly, truly reaching the supreme realm of having intention before the sword, moving as fast as a frightened rabbit, and standing silently like a maiden.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
The wild wind swept through. When the two of them fought, their True Qi overflowed. The resonating sound from their muscles and bones was comparable to that of roaring tigers and leopards. The blood qi was as tumultuous as the crashing waves.
One’s long sword was like a dragon, representing fleeting light and passing shadows; the other’s steel whip was like a snake, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.
In the blink of an eye, they had fought for several rounds.
However, the longer they fought, the more frightened King Pingdeng got, and he could no longer maintain his initial confidence.
He had been in the Second-Class Realm for nearly thirty years. Soaked in this realm for a long time, his True Qi was profound, and his blood qi was pure. He believed that even in the whole of the Great Ming, he was among the top tier martial artists in the Second-Class Realm.
The current Pei Xuanjing was just over twenty, less than twenty-four years old at best. Even if he had extraordinary talent and accidentally broke through to the Second -Class Realm, compared with him, he would be inferior in terms of True Qi accumulation and the purity of blood qi.
However, more than ten rounds of fighting made King Pingdeng realize, he was wrong.
The young man before him was a monster. Perhaps the latter’s True Qi accumulation was slightly inferior to his, but that wouldn’t be much of a difference. As for the purity of blood qi, it was even more abundant than his.
“Could it be possible, am I really going to fall here, today?” Such a thought crossed King Pingdeng•s mind.
However, King Pingdeng quickly suppressed that idea. How could he come up with such a thought?
Thinking about this, he swung the steel whip in his hand faster, seemingly to prove his fearlessness.
Pei Xuanjing was unaware of his opponent’s thoughts. His previous engagement with King Pingdeng was just to habituate himself with the Second -Class martial artist’s fighting experience and adapt to the rhythm.
After more than ten rounds, he had adjusted to this rhythm and was unwilling to continue following the opponent’s pace.
He stabbed out with his sword, then fully activated the Dragon Elephant Art. The full activation of the
seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Art made his muscular body even more robust. The stretching of muscle fibers under his skin was like pulling the strings of a strong bow.
Under the stimulation of True Qi and blood qi, his internal organs started rhythmically throbbing. Every single inch of his muscles, bones, and skin was filled with the most masculine and assertive energy, producing subtle crackling noises.
Giant Spirit Surpasses Mountains.
He released a palm strike, with the weight of all his strength, seemingly powerful enough to destroy mountains.
He launched his strongest palm attack thus far.
Whoosh!
At this very moment, the boiling blood qi exploded.
A fierce, domineering palm strike was aimed at King Pingdeng.
“This move!”
King Pingdeng was shocked by Pei Xuanjing’s sudden burst of such a violent palm strike. In a daze, it seemed as if he saw a strikingly similar palm strike from more than twenty years ago.
In his stupor, he felt a severe danger and the undisguised, almost tangible, murderous intent from Pei
Xuanjing.
His first reaction was to dodge!
However, he found that this seemingly straightforward palm strike had blocked all his escape routes.
He had nowhere to hide.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Even if I die, I will not let you off the hook.
Having no choice, King Pingdeng stimulated his True Qi, boiling the blood qi around his body.
Netherworld Death Palm! A supreme martial art and one of Yinsu’s superb skills.
Cultivated with the Netherworld Death Qi, it was incredibly powerful. Once hit by the palm, the Netherworld Death Qi would invade the body. If one could not expel the Death Qi, they would experience excruciating pain and even get their inner True Qi, blood qi, and body continuously corroded by the Death Qi. It was extremely malicious.
Retreat!
Quickly retreat!
In the courtyard, the people involved in the fight, whether they were from Brocade Guards or Yinsu, almost everyone quickly moved back, unwilling to be swept into this fight.
Boom!
In an instant, a thunderous attack descended.
The surging blood qi engulfed King Pingdeng, and their palms collided, causing a thunderous bang.
The friction and collision of True Qi and blood qi reached their peak at this moment, causing the entire mansion to shake, halls to collapse, and rooms to crumble or crack as if hit by a thunderous earthquake.
With the two of them at the center, everything within a radius of more than ten feet was virtually destroyed. The walls in the garden were completely shattered, and the Qing Shi pavement was turned into powder. The ground under their feet sank by several feet.
Pei Xuanjing was standing on the spot with his left hand behind him and his right hand holding the long sword, his clothes torn and his long hair loose, dancing in the wind.
But other than the several foot deep pit under his feet, he didn’t seem to have many injuries.
Seeing this, everybody in the room fell silent..
